Hadji Murat and Forged Coupon Reading Group

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Today is the first day of the Hadji Murat Reading Group. Read the first 5 chapters with us!

Hadji Murat is only 212 pages, and papa Bloom calls it: “my personal touchstone for the sublime of prose fiction, to me the best story in the world, or at least the best that I have ever read."

This reading group has finished: Makioka Sisters by Tanizaki, Melmoth the Wanderer/Melmoth Reconciled, Middle C by Gass, Don Quixiote, Dante's Divine Commedy, Magic Mountain by Mann, Hyperion by Hoderlin, Walaschek's Dream by Orelli, Petersburg by Bely, Kappa by Akutagawa and others!

will this fail like the discworld discord? baka at all these read alongs

If you read the OP you'd know we actually finish books, because we actually read unlike most of Veeky Forums

pat yourself on the back faggot

-pat pat-

I'm fairly sure I've read more books than you guys. I went into the discord, just complete fucking pseuds circle jerking eachother for hours.

>I was returning home by the fields. It was midsummer, the hay harvest was over and they were just beginning to reap the rye. At that season of the year there is a delightful variety of flowers — red, white, and pink scented tufty clover; milk-white ox-eye daisies with their bright yellow centers and pleasant spicy smell; yellow honey-scented rape blossoms; tall campanulas with white and lilac bells, tulip-shaped; creeping vetch; yellow, red, and pink scabious; faintly scented, neatly arranged purple plaintains with blossoms slightly tinged with pink; cornflowers, the newly opened blossoms bright blue in the sunshine but growing paler and redder towards evening or when growing old; and delicate almond-scented dodder flowers that withered quickly. I gathered myself a large nosegay and was going home when I noticed in a ditch, in full bloom, a beautiful thistle plant of the crimson variety, which in our neighborhood they call “Tartar” and carefully avoid when mowing — or, if they do happen to cut it down, throw out from among the grass for fear of pricking their hands. Thinking to pick this thistle and put it in the center of my nosegay, I climbed down into the ditch, and after driving away a velvety bumble-bee that had penetrated deep into one of the flowers and had there fallen sweetly asleep, I set to work to pluck the flower. But this proved a very difficult task. Not only did the stalk prick on every side — even through the handkerchief I wrapped round my hand — but it was so tough that I had to struggle with it for nearly five minutes, breaking the fibers one by one; and when I had at last plucked it, the stalk was all frayed and the flower itself no longer seemed so fresh and beautiful. Moreover, owing to a coarseness and stiffness, it did not seem in place among the delicate blossoms of my nosegay. I threw it away feeling sorry to have vainly destroyed a flower that looked beautiful in its proper place.

so pretty

Can I join?? Are the people in this handsome?

OP, if you think your thread is shit now, just wait until the "fat penguin" guy shows up.

can someone answer this???